The Body-Mind

The body is the soul incarnate.

It's messages are for us to discern. 

It speaks in chemical interpretations of existence. 

We program it's response 

To the world around us 

Through our action

 And attention.

 Listen to your body.

Trouble comes when

It's messages 

Go unheard

Like a muddy pool

Which clears

When the water is allowed 

To settle,

We must still 

Our minds 

                    

And allow the landscape beneath our thoughts

To reveal itself.

Thought and emotion

Rise like tides into awareness.

Let them go.

Harmony is not external 

                    

It is everywhere

Behind the clouds.

Let them clear.

Teach the body to root itself

In Harmony with Source

And compassionately release

That which you know to be untrue.

i Am You

I am You.

I will come to you forever 

Across waves of time and space

To whisper the secret:

I have always been within you

In mind's eye I will take many forms.

Each mask that I wear is Me.

Hear me calling and I will lead you home 

To Yourself.

The song that the Universe sings is for you.

Love is the filament of our existence.

The light kindled

Will surround you

And be your own

Our hearts are many

And One

The heavens are filled with our Shining.

We light the Way back

For pieces learning in the dark.

Form is a construct of imagination.

Your mind is imagining itself -

Interpreting the fields 

Of it's many existences

Separation is the Illusion

By which we examine

The facets of our Wholeness.

Listen to what you cannot see.

And richness will reward your senses

Sorrow Crept Like A Dark Frost

Sorrow crept like a dark frost 

Into my soul
And stole 

The light 

From my heart

Down dark hallways,
Through padded rooms,
And into fields of waving grain,

Into the wilds of my being,
My sorrow called

A desperate voice,
A snarling pain,
Infusing the skin I could not shake off

I watch the beast bristle, 

Leap, and roll,
Roaring at the air,
Claws rending deep, the earth below.

But all for show

Sorrow won't be shed

As easily as that

In time, futility leads
To tired acceptance,
And we curl into our demons
And sleep

A prayer offered up

Of forgetfulness and renewal